Love, Honor and Cherish

On our wedding day, the summer was beginning to fade away, but autumn had not taken over the world. The sky opened and dropped a few tears of happiness onto the church rooftop while we said our vows. Although the temperature was mild, our passion still scorched our skin like a burning July sun with every touch. My Army uniformed paled against the brilliance of your winter white wedding dress. You smelled like wildflowers in the spring. We laughed when we promised all our worldly possessions to each other. We did not understand yet how rich we were. The springtime of youth Is rife with love and passion To warm winter’s days